Chapter 1402: with translation of chapter title

Shou Bing difficulty is quite high, and compared to elephant trunk surgery, they are two completely different Shou Bing methods.

The success rate is even lower than that of the elephant trunk surgery touted as the most difficult in Cardiothoracic Surgery. As for heart transplant…… compared to that, it is basically not difficult at all.

Zhao Yunlong wants to take on this Shou Bing himself, at least seven or eight hours.

Still, working with Su Yun, the speed could be a bit faster.

Entering the ward, what came into Zheng Ren's view was the patient's family's pale face.

It looks like they were just frightened by Director Lin.

However, what Director Lin said is also correct; if I weren't here, the patient's chance of death would be 100%.

Zheng Ren did not communicate with the patient's family, but instead took out a stethoscope from Zhao Yunlong's pocket and first auscultated the patient.

The System Panel was all red; the diagnosis had nothing special, all were diagnoses Zheng Ren had already made.

For this patient's disease treatment, the difficulty lies in the Shou Bing, not in the diagnosis. Compared to Heart Ion Channel Disease, where the difficulty lies in the diagnosis, it is completely opposite.

Wet Luo sounds can be heard in both lungs, mainly on the right.

The patient hasn't yet reached toxic shock state, but it's estimated to be about that.

After Zheng Ren did a simple physical exam, he said: 'Has Xiao Feng arrived?'

'He's here; I was worried about an accident, so I had him come along.' Su Yun handles things meticulously.

Then let's get on the table.

'Chief Zheng, how confident are you about the Shou Bing?' Zhao Yunlong asked, somewhat nervously.

'Big.' Zheng Ren spoke frankly.

Zhao Yunlong fell silent for a moment.

These words…… are damn too realistic. I was just asking casually; shouldn't Zheng Lao Ban give some confidence, saying the Shou Bing difficulty is okay, let's see how it goes?

'When the boss speaks, just listen with your left ear and let it out the right ear.' Su Yun patted Zhao Yunlong and said: 'What difficulty of Shou Bing is not big?'

Zhao Yunlong thought it was also true, grinned, and directed the on-duty doctor to bring the patient up.

Zheng Renze went back to the department to get the microscope glasses, and headed straight for the Operating Room.

'Boss, are you going up?' Su Yun and Zheng Ren entered the Operating Room's Gengyishi and asked directly.

Zheng Ren nodded.

He knew Su Yun was referring to the Shou Bing of Cardiothoracic Surgery, not Interventional surgery.

'Shall I do it?' Su Yun asked tentatively.

'No, the difficulty is too great.' Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun was slightly dissatisfied, but his expression became more solemn.

Our boss, this guy, should just let go.

If it's a regular Shou Bing, including TIPS Surgery, after others become proficient, he quickly takes the assistant position, preferring to tap the operator with Hemostatic Forceps.

Today's Shou Bing is probably truly difficult.

'We need to do microsurgery.' Su Yun looked at the equipment Zheng Ren was carrying and asked.

'Probably.' Zheng Ren said: 'Looking at the films, the outer membrane of the main artery has been mostly eroded; a long segment of the thoracic main artery, to peel off the abscess, must be handled with extra care. One slip-up, and blood will spill out.'

'I reminded Old Zhao to bring supplies for the major blood vessel, whatever occlusion clamps and artificial blood vessel.' Su Yun said she would do it and then did it; Zheng Ren's description was simple, and the field already had a picture in his mind.

Bright red blood sprayed onto the ceiling, then fell like rain.

In the Operating Room, the operator, assistant, and nurse all looked innocent, letting the blood rain drench their heads and faces.

Resuscitation? It's already meaningless. Thinking about how to explain to the family is what's important.

Zheng Ren didn't stop them.

In the System Operating Room, after failing nearly thirty times, I gradually became proficient.

Shou Bing difficulty is great; even later, Zheng Ren is not a hundred percent successful.

If a problem occurs, the Blood Vessel occlusion clamps occlude the main artery, and quickly replacing the artificial blood vessel is also a viable option.

Although postoperative suppurative septicemia is highly likely, it's still much better than being helpless.

Entering the Operating Room, Xiao Yi Ren was busy.

First prepare supplies for Interventional surgery, then also need to go up on the thoracic table.

This kind of Shou Bing is uncommon; just the instrument packs alone were two.

Zhao Yunlong was moving the patient, and the on-duty Lao He asked happily: 'Chief Zhao, is the Shou Bing going to be followed by Zheng Lao Ban?'

'Mm.' Zhao Yunlong first had the patient lie flat, comforted them, then straightened the closed drainage tube, making sure it didn't kink.

The patient's right lung airway has been eroded, already in a pneumothorax state.

The chest bottle arrived at the First Time, and Zhao Yunlong put it in. Otherwise the patient wouldn't have lasted until now.

Straightening the chest tube is also a small detail easily overlooked.

Thought that with pleural closed drainage, there would be no problem. But if the chest tube kinks, the chest bottle's function is completely lost.

At that point, the ventilator would blow air in with a whoosh, and the patient would soon develop tension pneumothorax.

Zhao Yunlong looks burly, but once on the Operating table, he is meticulous.

'Xiao Zhao, who is on the second-line shift today?' Lao He said while inserting the patient's Shou Bing films into the viewbox.

'Zhang Jiaoshou.' Zhao Yunlong said in a muffled voice.

'Huh? He's on duty? He actually agreed to the Shou Bing?' Lao He asked, somewhat surprised.

'No. It's Director Lin who's here, and he made the decision directly.' Zhao Yunlong said.

'Old Zhang publishing papers and giving lessons is fine, but the Shou Bing is more trendy.' Lao He chuckled; Director Lin, representing the Medical Department, supported Zheng Lao Ban, and the implications here are huge.

Lao He asked: 'How is Zheng Lao Ban's level in Cardiothoracic Surgery?'

'I don't know, I haven't seen him do anything too difficult.' Zhao Yunlong said: 'Back in Nanchuan Town, after the ventilator and such were brought in, he took a generator and went into the ruins to do Interventional surgery.'

"I estimate it won't be far off." Lao He's heart was full of expectation.

"Who knows." Zhao Yunlong felt somewhat uneasy.

Lao He began anesthesia and intubation.

After the endotracheal tube was inserted, a suction of sputum yielded only black-yellow sputum.

Looking at the color of the sputum, Lao He frowned.

"Director Zhao, how can the patient be so serious!" Lao He asked.

"Yeah, this is especially serious. The key is that the delay was too long; if it had been discovered earlier, the surgery could have been done with a mediastinoscope plus esophagoscope." Zhao Yunlong sighed.

"The doctors at the township hospital are rather unreliable, but you can't blame them." Lao He said: "Medicine is inherently an elite profession; expecting a local hospital to match your level—how could that be possible?"

"That's still not bad." The nurse, who was preparing surgical instruments with Xie Yiren, interjected: "When I was in school, the school doctor was truly unreliable. No matter what illness, they'd prescribe penicillin. Later, antibiotic controls tightened, and they started prescribing Banlangen."

"What serious illness could students have?"

"There really aren't many sick people." The nurse said: "At first we didn't know the school doctor was unreliable. A classmate lost weight by eating two apples a day, and after a week successfully lost 10 jin, so we went out to celebrate."

"……" Lao He looked at the nurse, his eyes full of the light of "Are you guys stupid?"